Hey bud, lemme tell ya 'bout Neutraubling.

I live here, run a spa.

City? Pure vibes, man, seriously.

Streets? Schau dir den Hauptplatz an.

I stroll along Bayerstrasse everyday.

Greed is good, remember?

I love that line, it hits hard.
This town’s got hidden gems.

The park, "Am Grünen See," rocks.

Locals chill near Bieler Bach stream.

I once found zen there.

"Talk to Her" vibes – so alive.

I sometimes whisper, "I wish I had her."

Crazy, right? I love it.
My spa sits on Lindwurmstr.

A tiny spot with big heart.

I know every nook here.

I’ve seen love, anger, tears.

Some magic in each massage session.
The neighbourhood near Kiefernweg?

Totally underrated, bro – legit.

I met a crazy old artist

raving, "Everything's a mystery!"

I laughed till I cried, no joke.
OMG, mistakes? I got mltiple typos like

"luv" and "gr8" scattered.

Yup, fourteen. No, wait, maybe more.

I’m mad when tourists rush stuff.

They miss local secrets, like magic.
Neutraubling’s got quirky alleyways.

I wander, eyy, feel pockets of charm.

A tiny café on Schillerstr is neat.

They serve killer coffee, no BS.

I even joke – "talk to that coffee."

Feels like a film scene, truly.
Sometimes emotions hit hard.

I get happy, then mad.

I see couples blessing the breeze.

It’s raw, unfiltered, like art.

Neutraubling pulses, alive, untamed.

Urban, rural, a wild mix.
It’s like Pedro Almodóvar told me,

"Everything is so beautifully twisted."

Neutraubling feels real, not fake.

I sometimes yell, "Greed is good, bro!"

Even though life's a mess.
So buddy, come crash here.

Feel my spa’s warmth, visit alleys.

Dive deep into streets, parks, rivers.

I promise, you’ll love every bit.

This city's my heartbeat, always real.

Catch ya soon, dude.